I was completely helpless, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of silence. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, Sharon! I’m waiting
for it!”
“Karma’s a bitch, and so is your mother!” she shrieked, raising her hand again.
My mom, seeing this, charged forward like a madwoman, but Sharon was quicker. She kicked my mom hard in the stomach. “You
bitch! If you hadn’t given birth to this little monster, none of this would have happened!”
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My mom was now the primary target. The other women, fueled by a shared hatred for the “other woman,” swarmed her, punching
and kicking.
The one thing I can’t stand in this world is seeing my mom get hurt, let alone beaten like this.
“Don’t touch my mother!” I screamed. “Sharon! You leave my mom alone!”
Sharon paused, her hand in mid–air. “Learned your lesson now?” she sneered. “Jessica, get on your knees and beg. Do it, and I’ll let
your mother go.”
My mom’s face was bruised and bleeding, but she was still fighting. Hearing Sharon’s demand, she cried out, “Baby, don’t you listen
to her! Mommy’s not afraid! Don’t you dare listen to her!”
I have a rebellious streak a mile wide, but I have one single weakness. Her name is Mom.
She went through hell to bring me into this world and raised me with every ounce of love and gentleness she possessed. Seeing
her, even in this state, still trying to protect me… my heart ached so much I could barely breathe.
Ustared at Sharon. “You promise you’ll let her go?”
Sharon’s face lit up with smug satisfaction. She waited for me to kneel. I swallowed my pride, the humiliation a bitter taste in my
mouth. As the woman holding my arms let go, I prepared to drop to my knees.
Suddenly, a new voice cut through the chaos.
“Hey everyone, gather ‘round! This is the mistress I was telling you about! The one who destroyed my cousin’s best friend’s family!
And now she’s trying to stop the dad from paying child support and threatening to get the poor girl kicked out of school!”
Before coming here, I had asked my best friend for a favor. Her cousin was a major influencer with millions of followers. One livest-
ream was all it would take to turn the tide, to let the real truth come out. Why should Sharon be the only one to tell the story?
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As my friend’s cousin, a striking woman with impeccable makeup, walked into the crowd, she shoved her phone’s camera right in
Sharon’s face. “Take a good look, everyone. This is the woman who forced my cousin’s friend and her mom of their beautiful
house and into a tiny rental!”
“She forced this young girl to work part–time jobs just to get by! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes–this girl handing out flyers in a downpour–I would never have believed how miserable the real wife and daughter’s lives have become!”
The entire dynamic shifted. The people who had been beating my mom froze.
The influencer let out a gasp. “Oh my god! Ma’am, look at your face! They beat you this badly?”
My best friend, who had followed her cousin in, gave me a subtle look. I took the cue, pinched my own thigh hard, and burst into
tears.
